permanent green light

Kananaskis, Alberta

On a small lake off the map of the world, two swans lived. As swans, they spent eighty percent of the day studying themselves in the attentive water and twenty percent ministering to the beloved other. Thus their fame as lovers stems chiefly from narcissism, which leaves so little leisure for more general cruising. But fate had other plans: after ten years, they hit slimy water; whatever the filth was, it clung to the male’s plumage, which turned instantly gray; simultaneously, the true purpose of his neck’s flexible design revealed itself. So much action on the flat lake, so much he’s missed! Sooner or later in a long life together, every couple encounters some emergency like this, some drama which results in harm. This occurs for a reason: to test love and to demand fresh articulation of its complex terms. So it came to light that the male and female flew under different banners: whereas the male believed that love was what one felt in one’s heart the female believed love was what one did. But this is not a little story about the male’s inherent corruption, using as evidence the swan’s sleazy definition of purity. It is a story of guile and innocence. For ten years the female studied the male; she dallied when he slept or when he was conveniently absorbed in the water, while the spontaneous male acted casually, on the whim of the moment. On the muddy water they bickered awhile, in the fading light, until the bickering grew slowly abstract, becoming part of their song after a little longer.